I just caught this smell, this good one, like a raspberry toaster strudel and a spelling book. Like I was really young again, and each part of every minute of my day was spent learning and experiencing everything first hand. Like my favorite year of elementary school, when I was completely content sitting alone at my desk all afternoon, trying over and over to cut out the most interesting and unique paper snowflake in the history of all paper snowflakes. And I could take as long as I wanted to make it just right.